Wives Who Spank Novels & Stories

“Come on, Daddy. You don’t wanna spank Elle. Elle is cute.” “She is. She’s also trouble. Come.” He crooked his finger at her. When she got to him, he stripped off her shorts and panties, then tipped her over his lap. “Now, do you know why you’re being spanked?” “Because Daddy enjoys spanking my butt?” she asked. “No. Well, yes. But Daddy is doing this because you were naughty and disobeyed me.” Slap! Slap! Slap! “You could have hurt yourself.” Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Be careful, honey or I might as well spank you bare-assed." "No. Please, don't." "Then, stay in position." I closed my eyes and dug my fingers on the floor, arching my back as he brought his hand several times, the sting turning into anguish. I closed my eyes as the punishment continued, smacking my upper thighs several times, the sound lingering in my ears. "Obedience. My dear stubborn wife. One day, you'll learn." He said and issued six more in rapid succession.

mom spoke and I smirked . "No you don't. You were literally squeezing the life out of us with the hug" her tension face changed into a funny annoyed look. "You are lucky we are royals. You need spanking " William and dad chuckled at her statement while my face turned dry . I was scared to be spanked . Sometimes when I watch kids cry out of spank it scares the hell out of me. The place filled with laughter and I turned to see William . He was surely enjoying this wasn't he. His laugh made me laugh too and in no second we were hugging till our parents cleared their throats ..

“I’m not an unruly child you’re going to punish, Milos. I’m a woman—” A hand is around my throat, squeezing in warning. Why the fuck am I so wet? “Act like a woman and I will treat you like one. Swear like a child and have tantrums, and I will spank your ass raw so that every time you sit down for the next few days, you will be reminded of your foolish behavior in order to not repeat it. As badly as the spanking I gave you years ago hurt, I was pulling my strength. Today I will not.” The memory of that long-ago spanking, and what happened after, sends my whole body into aching longing. No, damn it.

There wasn’t a biker chick who didn’t. Domestic punishment was how we handled our women whenever they stepped out of line. There was nothing abusive about it; all it entailed was a little spanking, followed by rampant makeup sex. We had nothing but love and respect for our mates, but the Roughnecks were all spanking men. We took care of our women and kept them satisfied. Bikers lived by a code of honor, and our women all had to toe the line. Gia let out a startled gasp as my palm came crashing down hard, landing on her left ass cheek with a slap. Her body relaxed as I rubbed away the sting.

It was quite clear that he was definitely enjoying my ordeal. "How many spanks do you think would suffice for these mistakes?" He asked. "I am not a kid that you will spank," I retaliated. "You are everything that I want you to be," he shot back, his words dripping with possessiveness, "and be glad that I am leaving you just by spanking." What a joke! "I believe five spanks for each mistake should suffice to start," His hand pressed against my buttock, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Now, count for me."

My blood immediately rose to my head when I saw who was at the door. I went to her and slap her. “What did you do to my husband!!!” I shouted at her. I slap her again. “What do you really want?!!” The people there immediately stopped us. James held me while Alex held Jana. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "Sorry?!!! Will my husband be healed by your sorry?!!!” I shouted. "What are you going to do in Tagaytay huh?!!! Tell me!!!!" I ask her angrily.